Date: Mon, 19 May 2014 21:08:23 +0900
From: K Writing <writingaloud07@gmail.com>
Subject: Sucking Toes In The Library

       This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these
fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This
story also contains various foot fetish scenes in a sexual nature. If that
offends you, please do not continue.

       For those who wish to indulge in that fetish, I urge you to continue
and hopefully enjoy.

       Thank you to anyone who reads this story. I welcome comments, and
those who love hot guys' feet. Please message me at
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       The first time I ever took interest in feet was in the third
grade. As the oldest kid of four, all three of my younger siblings girls, I
liked getting out of the house. Dad was always super busy with work,
whether he was at the office at his job, or at home, locked in the
study. And Mom had her hands full with my sisters, who were hyperactive,
and loved drawing on the walls. I felt bad for leaving her to deal with
them alone, but Kenny, my best friend, lived a couple houses down, and his
house was an escape from everything.

	Kenny and I had best friends since Kindergarten, when he let me
borrow his light blue crayon so I could finish my picture of the sky. Not
the most momentous occasion for friendship, I know, but since that day, we
were inseparable.

	His house was so different than mine, and over the years, it became
a second home to me. His mom made the best hamburgers, even better than
McDonalds, which was a huge deal was far as a kid was concerned. And she
gave the best hugs, tight enough to really feel it, but not too hard that
it hurt. She was super affectionate, which was probably where Kenny got it
from.

	Kenny's dad wasn't in the picture. He left when Kenny was too young
to remember, but sometimes we looked at pictures from his mom's photo
album, and imagined what kind of man his dad was. It was kind of fun,
picturing him as a pilot or a spy, traveling the world on some super secret
mission that didn't allow him to come back home. Even though he never said
anything, I think Kenny got a little sad sometimes after we made up those
stories.

	Derek, Kenny's older brother by three years, was the coolest kid I
had ever known. He played soccer and basketball, and he was better than
Kenny and I at video games. As a third grader, I loved everything about
Derek. The way he mussed up my hair and called me "Cam," made me grin like
an idiot. Kenny called me "Cam" too; everyone else called me by name,
Cameron. But it carried a different weight when Derek used my nickname. I
wasn't sure how it was different, but it was.

	Even though he was in the sixth grade, Derek always made time for
Kenny and I, especially when it came to video games. Over the years, we
ended up playing a game where the winner got to make the losers do anything
he wanted. Roughly ninety-five percent of the time, that meant Derek made
Kenny and I get him some lemonade, or get his soccer ball from the backyard
and bring it to his room, little stuff that we probably would have done
without losing.

	But after clenching another victory in our favorite racing game,
Derek decided on a different punishment.

	"Suck on my toes."

	"Gross! No way!" Kenny protested.

	He was probably expecting me to jump in with refusal, but my throat
felt dry as I watched Derek undo the laces of his shoes, and pull off his
socks, revealing his size six bare feet. I wasn't sure why I was so
entranced by them. They were feet, just like the ones I had, or the ones
Kenny had, but when he smiled and curled his toes, I was more than willing
to comply with his demand.

	"Whoa, Cam," Derek said, when I took hold of his right foot and
worked my lips around his big toe. There was a faint smell, not pungent in
the least, but enough to leave an impression on my nose. In an instant, I
felt hungry for more. I began sucking on his toe more earnestly, taking
deep whiffs of Derek's feet, while he sunk a little deeper into the couch.

	Kenny was super freaked out at first, but maybe seeing me getting
so into it made him a little less apprehensive. He sucked on the toes of
Derek's left foot, and Derek sighed, bringing his hands behind his head,
exposing his still hairless armpits. I continued my assault on Derek's
right foot, not only sucking on each toe individually, but licking up and
down his sole, which made him giggle.

	He only made Kenny and I do that for five minutes, but I wished it
could go on forever.

	The whole foot thing became the regular punishment for losing video
games. I started throwing them on purpose just so I could suck on Derek's
feet. Kenny got mad at me when we were right on the edge of victory, only
to end up losing, but he wasn't so begrudged about doing stuff to Derek's
feet. I even think he kind of liked it.

	By the time Kenny and I became sixth graders, Derek entered high
school. I was scared that he would get tired of us playing with his feet,
but on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Of course, he
always tried to play it off as the reward of his video game superiority
over the two of us.

       Derek went up a shoe size, and Kenny and I went with him to pick out
his new sneakers. When no one was looking, I took his sock-covered foot,
brought it to my face and took a deep whiff. It was the first time I had
openly initiated something between he and I, and it was so exciting to do
it in public. Derek's eyes widened, then he grinned like a genius.

       He let me keep his old size sixes, which I kept under my bed, and
gave a quick sniff when my body craved the scent of Derek's feet. It was
strangely calming, freeing me from a house full of annoying sisters, and
taking my mind somewhere far away. The shoes weren't nearly as good as
Derek's bare feet, or even his socked ones, but they were close.

       Sixth grade was a weird time. Kenny and I had just started sex
education, where we earned about erections. And I was starting to get them
while sniffing Derek's feet. My dick got so hard in my briefs that it hurt
as I ran my tongue along the gaps between Derek's toes. It made my body
feel hot all over, and the pressure in my pants was intense, but the good
kind. I had hoped Derek wouldn't notice, in case he thought I was a freak
or something, but my fear changed overnight.

       Kenny and I had lost our favorite fighting game. We had managed to
take Derek down to one life, but he was just too strong. So Kenny and I
began sucking on his right foot, together. We used to each take one foot,
but lately, Derek wanted us to work our tongues together on one foot, which
I really liked. Usually, I took Derek's toes, while Kenny licked and sucked
up and down his sole, but when our tongues met in the middle of Derek's
toes, it was wild. It was kind of like we were kissing.

       While my tongue rolled around Kenny's along Derek's big toe, I
grabbed Kenny's sleeve. I felt Derek's bare foot grinding against my
crotch. Almost instantly, my entire body shuddered as I succumbed to my
first orgasm. I felt my dick throb with every spurt of seed that coated the
inside of my briefs. Derek's toes were curling against my dick through my
jeans, which seemed to agitate the ache in my balls just a little more. By
the time my release subsided, I was exhausted, and slumped backward, Kenny
freaked out that I was in pain. But a goofy smile spread across my face.

       "That felt good," I murmured.

       From then on, my fascination with feet became a full-blown fetish. I
learned that word in our sex-ed class. I checked out other guys' feet in
middle school. When my classmate slipped off their shoes during class, I
imagined crawling onto the floor and sucking their toes through their
athletic socks, the same ones that Derek liked to wear. I looked at the
boys' feet in the showers after PE, and the more I did that, the more I
noticed their bodies.

       Some of my classmates were starting to develop hair under their
arms, and had a good amount in their crotches. They weren't shy at all
about showing off their muscles, even though some of them didn't really
have anything to show. But that didn't stop me from sneaking peeks at their
butts in the shower, or their chests when they flexed.

       Kenny was growing into his looks as well, his blond hair starting to
grow out, and his body beginning to form muscles. I had always been so
captured by Derek's feet that I never gave much notice to Kenny's, but we
ended playing footsie when we were in class, or in the library. Even
sitting by side at his house while we did homework, he would tap my foot
with his, let it linger, and start rubbing my bare skin. It got me hot,
really hot.

       In eighth grade, I started sucking on Kenny's toes. Sometimes, he
sucked on mine too, and we lay on his bed, licking and sniffing each
other's toes, but we both knew that I enjoyed feet more than he did. So,
more often than not, I gave his feet my full attention. By this time, Derek
had gotten a girlfriend, and didn't really let me or Kenny suck on his
toes, but sometimes, he gave me his socks to sniff. The familiar scent of
his sweat mixed with his foot smell never failed to give me an erection,
which I rubbed through my briefs as I continuously inhaled his scent.

       Kenny liked making me cum with his feet. He grinded his heel against
my crotch, and soon I was shaking as cum shot from my dick. Sometimes, we
got completely naked, and I would cum all over his bare feet, then lick it
off. That was really fun. We kissed every so often, which I also liked.

       I had never really given it much thought, but on the night before
our eighth grade graduation, Kenny asked me if I was gay. And he was very
straightforward about it, which made perfect sense since Kenny was that
type of gay.

       "Derek asked me if you were, and I said I don't know...so, are you?"

       "Gay" had always seemed like a bad word, an insult that the other
guys used to put each other down, or a joke. Dude, stop, that's really
gay. I was scared to think of myself with a word that carried so much
negativity, but Kenny was lying right next to me, turned on his side so
that he was looking straight at me, and I couldn't lie. I didn't have to,
not with Kenny.

       "I thought you were," he said with a smile. "But I won't tell Derek
if you don't want me to."

       I ended up telling Derek myself, that summer when he broke up with
his girlfriend. I wasn't quite sure how it happened, but a couple minutes
later, I found myself sucking both Derek's and Kenny's feet at the same
time. It was the best thing ever.




       There was a lot more homework in high school than there was in
junior high, which was why I started going to the public library. Plus, my
sisters had friends over a lot, and a house full of screaming giggling
girls just gave me a headache. The library was a good place to enjoy the
quiet, while getting my work done.

       Kenny and I ended up going to different schools, so we didn't get to
see as much of each other, but we still hung out on the weekends. If
neither of us were too swamped with work, then we would get lunch and maybe
play video games at his house. Derek was busy with college preparations,
buffing up his application with everything he could think of, including
tutoring and a part-time job at a pet store. As a senior, he was even
handsomer than he used to be, and his feet were bigger too. Kenny smiled at
me when his big brother came home, and kicked off his shoes, crashing on
the couch to stretch his feet. I knew Derek was legitimately tired, but
making a whole show of how his feet were tired, and rubbing them, was
probably for my benefit.

       Another reason why I came to love the library was that a lot of boys
felt comfortable enough to kick off their shoes, and walk around in their
socks, or even barefoot. One of these boys was Louis, who was in my math
class.

       Every morning, he was a guaranteed distraction, slipping off his
shoes just a few minutes into class. We sat in groups of four, and I sat
across from him, which meant I constantly felt his feet brushing up against
mine. He smiled and apologized, but there wasn't much room for him to
stretch his legs, so they were constantly on top of mine. And when he
started absent-mindedly rubbing my legs with his bare feet, I had to hide a
raging erection.

       He was cute: debut-era Justin Bieber style haircut, and a smile that
made even the strictest teachers back down.

       I was studying in the library one Saturday, when he came running
towards me, his bright blue backpack visible all the way from the mystery
novels section. I liked studying in the private rooms, since it assured all
the whispered conversations would be blocked out, but he walked in, tossed
his stuff down on the floor and sat in the chair across from
me. Apparently, I wasn't going to be studying alone.

       It was hard to focus on algebra when Louis was talking to me about
whatever came to mind: what he had for dinner last night, the skateboarding
competition at the mall, the dog sitting outside the library with a
Superman cape across its back. And the whole time he was talking, our feet
were rubbing together under the table. Were we playing footsie? He started
it, and even though I was trying my best to control myself, that was hard
to do with skin-on-skin contact.

       I tried not to think too much into it. He did this all the time, so
there was no reason to think he was being anything other than friendly, but
the higher his foot moved up my leg, the hotter it got me. And by the time,
he was pressing his bare foot against my crotch, I was gripping the edge of
the table so hard that my knuckles were as tight as they could be.

       Breaths were falling from between my lips in short sputters. He was
doodling in his math book, but every so often, his eyes tilted up and his
smile spread just a little wider. As much as I was enjoying the sensation,
I didn't want to shoot in my shorts, not without taking full advantage of
the opportunity. If Louis was doing on the purpose, I figured it was making
a safe bet when I crawled under the table and took his toes into my mouth.

       "Oh my god," Louis gasped as his toes curled into my mouth.

       It was just as exciting as it felt the first time with Derek. I just
wanted to stay under that table and give Louis' feet a tongue bath, fitting
all five toes in my mouth while I sucked on them harshly. That had been a
trick I picked up with Kenny, and he always liked it. Louis did too.

       When his left foot found its way to my crotch, my clothes felt
confining. I would have done anything to strip naked, and have him run his
feet all over me. That was a fantasy that had been sneaking into my dreams
really often lately. The most common version was lying in the locker room
while the football team ran their feet all over my body: my face, my arms,
my legs, my chest, my dick. Too many toes to count, but my tongue wanted to
explore each individual one until my mouth was dry of saliva. On more than
one occasion, I woke up in the middle of the night with the front of my
briefs covered in cum, and my heart beating uncomfortably fast.

       I grabbed the leg of the table and moaned around Louis's toes as I
came, humping the bottom of his foot as my seed splattered across the front
of my underwear. It had been a while since I came that hard, and through
the slight dizziness of my orgasm, I noticed Louis palming his
crotch. Actually, it was more like he was groping himself, squeezing his
nuts and dick until his legs straightened and his hips jetted off the
chair.

       He was cumming.

       It was the first time I ever saw another boy cum. Derek and Kenny
got hard when I sucked their toes, and they made me cum more times than I
could count, but they had never shot off when I was with them. Watching
Louis cum was wild. There was no other way to describe it.

       "That was crazy," Louis said, panting for breath. And that was
it. Louis packed his stuff up, and left the room. I would have been
terrified that he hated me or something, but I caught that wink before he
left. I couldn't explain why, but that made me a little more nervous.

       For the next week, Louis paid a lot more attention to me, winking at
me when we passed in the hallway, and we played footsie every day without
fail in math class. Maybe I was being paranoid, but it felt like everyone
was staring at me, and whatever laughter was flowing between them
immediately stopped when I looked in their direction.

       Had Louis been talking about me? He looked he had enjoyed it as much
as I did, but maybe this was just a big joke, and he was trying to
humiliate me. I started contemplating ways to get my parents to let me
transfer schools before I became the "foot freak." But on Friday, when
Louis put his hand on my shoulder, and told me he would see me at the
library tomorrow, I gave him an embarrassed "okay."




       I was in my usual room, when Louis knocked on the door, and he
wasn't alone. He was with Eric, a boy I had never talked to. I saw him
around a lot though, eating lunch on the grass outside the language science
building. He had a different look than Louis, a cooler vibe about him that
was probably the reason why girls were always throwing themselves at him. I
never really had a chance to check out his feet, not without stopping to
stare openly, but as he and Louis walked into the room, I couldn't help but
check out Eric's size tens.

       The usual introductions filled the room, Louis guiding the
conversation about how Eric liked playing basketball, and was terrible at
video games, and how I liked my hamburgers with ketchup on one side and
mustard on the opposite. Eric didn't think that was weird, which surprised
me. But even more surprising was that Louis remembered such a small detail
about me. It made me feel good, like he was really paying attention.

       Just like last time, it was hard to focus on homework with Louis and
Eric talking so much, mostly to each other, but I was more than happy to
just listen. Though even my concentration was completely broken when I felt
Louis's foot sneaking up my leg. He was still chatting away with Eric, but
every so often his eyes met mine, and I knew he was fighting back a grin.

       Then another foot started moving up my left leg, and from the feel
of the sole, I could tell it was Eric's. Eric's feet were a little bigger,
slightly stronger than Louis's, and the feeling of those different feet
touching my legs was electric. I was trying really hard to keep my
breathing under control, to play it cool just like these two guys, but once
both feet were at my crotch, I was done for.

       Moving so quickly that I almost hit my head on the edge of the
table, I was on the floor, sucking on both of their bare feet. The
skin-on-skin contact was one thing, but to work my tongue around four sets
of toes had my mind reeling with pleasure. Louis's big toes were a bigger
than Eric's, and Eric's sweat had a saltier taste than Louis's. It was like
my mind was registering ever last bit of information it could gather before
I was tested. A final exam about guys' feet. I probably wouldn't have
lasted two minutes, let alone two hours with all that excitement.

       When I saw Louis's hand slide between his legs, I thought it was
going to be a repeat of last time, but my mouth halted around Eric and
Louis's big toes, when I saw Eric push Louis's hand aside, and pull down
his zipper. Out came Louis's dick, and Eric was stroking it without
hesitation.

       They were jerking each other off while I was sucking on their
toes. It wasn't like I had never seen another dick before, and guys
absent-mindedly played with their cocks in the gym showers, but to watch
two boys beat each other off was like walking straight into a porn movie,
minus the cheesy dialogue, over the top moaning, and hunks made up to
perfection. This was real. The hands working up and down those firm dicks
were real. The sound of the chairs squeaking against the floor, and the
hips shooting up into closed fists were real.

       They came in each other's hands, Eric shooting off first, and then
Louis. I didn't cum, but the pleasure I got from watching them jerk each
other off while I ran my tongue up and down those masculine feet was more
than enough to satisfy me.

       And I had plenty of chances to experience the visceral sensation
myself.

       Going to the library on the weekends, I had my eyes peeled for any
barefoot boys that were looking around, or sneaking looks at me. I wasn't
really sure how word spread, or if I should be scared that the wrong people
were finding out, but every time I found myself on the floor, sucking toes,
my head was way too high in the clouds to worry about anything. I was able
to feel a whole slew of guys' feet, and not just ones from my high school.




       Bradley had been my neighbor for years. He followed me around like a
puppy, which never bothered me. Unlike my younger sisters, who were always
preoccupied with their friends, or their favorite boy bands, Bradley hung
onto my every word. So when my parents finally deemed me responsible and
old enough to babysit in the sixth grade, I loved going to Bradley's
house. It was just for an hour, no big deal, but since I was getting paid
for it, it was one of the most important things in my life.

       This was just a little while after Derek had started making us suck
on his toes as our punishment for losing the video games, and erections
were getting progressively harder to conceal. So when Bradley sat in my
lap, shifting back and forth because sitting still was practically
impossible for a third grader, I had to try really hard to focus on
anything else other than his butt. Sometimes, I would make him get off me,
which he didn't like, but then his favorite show would come back from
commercial, and his attention was instantly redirected.

       When I was in the seventh grade, and had realized what how deep my
attraction was for feet, I found myself looking through Bradley's socks
while he was downstairs, absorbed in a video game. The whole scene had me
super embarrassed, and how could I not be? I was pressing a fourth grader's
sock against my nose, my eyes shut tight as unfamiliar scents were welcomed
into my nose. The slight smell didn't deter me at all. It was a scent
unique to Bradley, which was different from Derek and Kenny, and that
newness excited me.

       But horror replaced that excitement when I heard Bradley's voice.

       "What are you doing, Cameron?"

       It was pretty hard to work your way out of a lie, when you were
sitting next to an open sock drawer, and you had a black and white
checkered sock inches away from your nose. Bradley was a fourth grader, but
he wasn't stupid. He could put things together, and once he did, the
questions were non-stop.

       What do my socks smell like? Do you smell your own socks? Do you
like smelling socks or bare feet better? Do you want to smell my feet?

       And that last question didn't end after I told him we had to clean
up the living room before his parents came home. It popped up every day
that I saw him. He was genuinely curious, and I could tell that he really
wanted me to, which made it harder to refuse, but he wasn't Derek or
Kenny. Bradley was in the fourth grade, and I already felt weird enough
taking notice of his bare feet, because now he was always barefoot when he
was around me.

       As the months went on, he stopped asking so many questions, mostly
because I was able to give him some answers. Realizing that I was gay was
terrifying, and I didn't want Bradley caught in the middle of me trying to
work through that. So aside from looking at his bare feet when he curled
his toes, nothing happened. I scooted back when he started playing footsie
with me, and when he plopped them into my lap, I massaged his bare feet,
but never let it go further than that, which I could tell disappointed him,
but I was proud of myself for my strong resolve. Of course, that only meant
I was all the more aggressive when sucking on Kenny's toes.

       Now that I was a high schooler, Bradley was a sixth grader. When he
found me in my usual library room, he was barefoot, which wasn't surprising
in the least. He was 5'2'' and 110 pounds, and wore a size eight shoe. With
his black hair styled with some gel to make it spikier, he looked a lot
different than he did as the third grader who used to sit in my lap. He was
still just as affectionate though, giving me a hug after he walked in. Not
many teenage boys would be caught dead hugging another guy, and it wasn't
exactly cool for a high schooler to let that kind of thing fly, but it was
Bradley, so I didn't mind.

       "My friends came too. Is that okay?" Bradley asked, putting his
backpack in the corner.

       "No problem."

       I had been doing history homework, and had to use a lot of books to
compile preliminary research for a term paper, which was freaking me out
because essays had never been my strong suit. So I put the table down so I
could spread out all my books. Without the cover of the table to hide
anything that was going on, the usual activities that happened in my
library room seemed impossible.

       And when Bradley asked for my help with fractions, I was more than
happy to help. It was a good distraction from my work load.

       Bradley's friend, Chandler, knocked on the door before he came in, a
first for me. Chandler was shorter than Bradley, standing at 5 feet. He had
size seven feet. After fitting so many toes in my mouth, and running my
tongue along countless soles, it became fairly easy to determine boys' size
shoes from my mouth. Brown hair and eyes, and 100 pounds, Chandler looked
super shy, eyeing me curiously. What had Bradley said about me?

       A couple minutes later, Tyler, came into the room and tossed his
backpack into the corner. The blond haired, green-eyed boy's personality
was nearly the opposite of Chandler's. He was loud, and easily
excitable. He kicked off his size eight and a half size shoes, and
ankle-length socks, before plopping down next to me.

       "Hey, I'm Tyler. Cameron, right? Good to finally meet the guy
Bradley never shuts up about."

       Bradley kicked Tyler, who grinned, and kicked back. It was a simple
playful fight, but I was entranced as I watched their bare feet move back
and forth, my eyes travelling along their hairless legs.

       As embarrassing as it was to admit, I shaved my legs. Even though I
didn't have that much hair on my body, I hated the way it looked, so I
shaved it off every Friday. The whole thing was a secret, buying various
things from the store so I could conceal the hair removal cream I had
bought, then sneaking it into my room without my parents knowing. And even
though the cream was effective, it reeked, which meant I had to use an
ample amount of air spray to cover it, which made my mom ask me why my room
always smelled so fresh. I told her that I was sweating a lot, which was
partly true considering how nervous I was.

       So even though I made sure my legs were smooth, they were nothing
compared to these sixth graders'.

       For thirty minutes, the sixth grade boys were pretty attentive to my
help, and I was doing my best to focus on explaining the concepts, rather
than Bradley, who was laying on his stomach and kicking his feet back and
forth. And my attention drifted to Tyler and Chandler's feet as well, which
had me tripping up on my words. I caught myself right before I said
"multiply by toes," instead of the intended "multiply by two."

       When they decided to take a water break, I leaned my back against
the wall and sighed. I needed a break as bad as they did. And the looming
history project wasn't making things easier. I would probably be here in
the library for a couple more hours than usual, which meant I wouldn't be
able to meet Kenny at the arcade.

       "My feet are killing me. Cameron?"

       Tyler unceremoniously stretched his feet toward me, and took a swig
of water. I wished he would give me some because my throat suddenly felt
dry. From the way Bradley's cheeks were starting to redden, it was pretty
obvious that the secret was out. Maybe it was because I had gotten so
accustomed to my Saturday routine of sucking on feet that my mind was on
autopilot. Whatever the reason, I pulled Tyler's feet together, and
simultaneously sucked on both big toes. This was one of my favorite
techniques, and from the way the rest of his toes curled against my hands,
he really liked it too.

       Bradley reversed his position in an instant, stretching his feet
forward to get my attention. With my tongue snaking between the gaps of
Tyler's toes, I looked at Bradley, pure desperation washed all over his
face. I couldn't very well deny him now that I was ravishing his best
friend's feet.

       This unnamed pressure that had been building for years was
released. Finally, I was relenting to his constant asking: Do you want to
smell my feet?

       I took my time, sniffing the soles, inhaling deeply to properly
absorb Bradley's natural scent while I massaged each individual
toe. Although his feet weren't bigger than Tyler's in terms of length, they
were wider, which I liked. That meant there was more surface for my tongue
to explore.

       And after paying so much attention to Tyler's and Bradley's feet, I
couldn't leave Chandler out, especially when I could tell he wanted me to
do the same stuff to him, but was nervous about actually voicing his need.

       I alternated between the three of them, getting my fill of six bare
feet by sniffing and licking them. My tongue was wild, and all three
younger boys were going just as crazy as me. Tyler, who had showed up
speaking so loudly that I thought a librarian would come over to reprimand
him, could barely make a sound, other than ragged breaths pouring from his
pink lips. Chandler, had his hands covering his mouth, so he wouldn't get
too loud, unable to stop himself from moaning every time I aggressively
sucked on his big toe. And Bradley looked like he was about to burst. I
wasn't trying to look, but when he readjusted himself through his shorts,
it was kind of hard not to notice the protruding erection.

       Everything happened way too quickly for me to process, but before I
knew it, Bradley was sitting in my lap, and he was kissing me. And I was
kissing back. My arms were wrapped around his back, so that his front was
pressed against my own, and he had his hands on my shoulders. How long had
Bradley wanted to do this? I could feel how badly he wanted to kiss me. It
was different from kissing Kenny, though I don't know which one was better.

       It was hard to think straight when Bradley's tongue sinking into
every corner of my mouth. Clearly, he didn't know what a French kiss was,
but it wasn't like I was all that experienced either, so I allowed him to
take the lead, and followed where he wanted me to go.

       But my attention was diverted when Tyler pulled my left sock and
began I felt something against my sole. It was the blond boy's dick. I
didn't get a good look at it, which was probably for the best, because
seeing his bare cock would have only made the moment more real. But I felt
the circumcised head pressing between my toes, which curled to meet the tip
beginning to ooze pre-cum.

       And Chandler left the sock on my right foot on, apparently too far
gone to bother, when he started grinding his butt against my foot.

       Sensory overload. And when did my hands find their way to Bradley's
butt. I wouldn't have been surprised if my neighbor had moved them there
himself, but I didn't pull away. My mind was submerged in ecstasy. As I
felt Bradley pressing himself more firmly against me, I assisted him in the
motion, helping him hump my stomach by squeezing his butt through his
shorts.

       Bradley and Tyler nearly came at the same time, cum shooting across
my sole, while Bradley shuddered in my embrace. I came like that, Bradley's
butt grinding against my crotch so much that the friction was unbearable,
and I squeezed his butt cheeks, hard, as I coated the inside of my briefs
with my seed. I wasn't sure if Chandler came, but from the exhausted look
on his face when he collapsed onto his side, his body had definitely been
through a work-out.

       I tried helping them finish their fractions worksheet, but they were
way too tired to pay attention. Bradley said they were going to go back to
his house, get cleaned up and play some video games. He invited me, but I
declined. I knew exactly how things would go if I went with them, and right
now, I needed some fresh air to clear my head.





       Getting some lunch helped calm me down. It was just some French
fries from the McDonalds around the corner, but eating them outside gave me
a chance to think. I was pretty non-discriminatory as far as whoever came
into my library room. Any guy from my high school, from freshman to senior,
was fine. I wasn't about to go doing stuff with adults, or elementary
school kids. I suppose those were my cut-off points, and with what had just
happened with Bradley and his friends, it looked like sixth grade was the
new low. Any younger than that and they wouldn't even be teenagers anymore,
which I knew I couldn't go for. But the more I thought about, the less
anxious I felt about messing around with Bradley. I didn't know if things
would ever happen with Tyler or Chandler again, but I was positive that
Bradley would be approaching me again.

       As expected, other high school boys were my favorite, and they
didn't even have to be ones from my school.

       After coming back from lunch, I went to go look for another book for
my research, when I saw a boy in the history aisle looking around. From the
colors and pattern of his bag, I could tell that he went to my rival school
in soccer, basketball and swimming. Of course, I never paid attention to
sports, so the term "rival" carried very little weight to me. But some
people took our school rivalries very seriously, so much that they dragged
their butts to every high school match and shouted obscenities when their
team lost, at which point they were removed from the premises.

       But this boy was way too cute to ignore. Anyone would agree. He had
shoulder-length blond hair, and green eyes. He looked about 115 pounds, and
was 5'2''. Definitely a freshman. And my heartbeat started to beat a little
faster when I noticed he wasn't wearing shoes, just a pair of black
ankle-length socks that accentuated his size nine feet.

       "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

       "Don't worry, he'll be here."

       Were they talking about me? Another boy made his way around the
aisle, looking like the older version of the blond boy. But replacing the
quiet nervousness of the younger boy was a confident swagger bordering on
cockiness from the 6 foot tall, 170 pound muscular hunk. And this older boy
wasn't wearing shoes either, just a white pair of athletic socks around his
size 11 feet. They were the biggest feet I would ever feel and lick. Was I
getting ahead of myself? They weren't wearing shoes, and were near my usual
area in the library. Wasn't that proof enough?

       Even though the gap between their personalities were wide, it was
easy to see that they were brothers, which was why I was in pure shock when
they kissed. The fact that they were related didn't disgust me at
all. Conversely, it kind of turned me on.

       Maybe it was because it reminded me of a fantasy I had about Kenny
and Derek when I was younger. I used to have this dream that after Derek
came from soccer practice, he ate ice cream with Kenny and me. Kenny was
sitting on the counter, and dug his finger into the tub of vanilla ice
cream, and quickly brought it to his mouth, trying to take a taste without
Derek noticing. The ice cream he accidentally got on his nose gave him
away, and Derek leaned forward to get it off. But instead of using his
hands, he used his mouth, and soon they were kissing, and my chest was so
tight that it felt like it was going to explode.

       That wet dream always ended up in the three of us licking ice cream
off each other's naked bodies, and me sucking and licking Kenny and Derek's
feet while they made out. I didn't tell either one of them about this dream
just in case that they thought that I was a weirdo. But being able to see
two attractive brothers kissing in the library was the closest to my
fantasy I was ever going to get. I couldn't help palming myself through my
shorts.

       The older boy saw me, which made me dizzy. I rushed back to my
library room, determined to pack up all of my things and get out before
they beat me up, but before I could cram my textbook into my backpack,
there they were pushing the door open.

       "Hey, I'm Danny, and this is my brother, Cody," the older boy
said. Cody was as red as I was, a sign that I wasn't about to get my
insides torn out, right? "Cameron, right?"

       I nodded. So I was known by name now. There wasn't a lot of
build-up. It was pretty obvious that they knew who I was, and had come for
that purpose, and I was so eager to get my hands on their feet that I
didn't try to draw out the moment any longer than it needed to be.

       Cody was sitting in Danny's lap, the older boy rubbing his brother's
stomach to calm him down. It was an interesting dynamic. I wasn't about to
ask a bunch of questions, and ruin the atmosphere, but it looked like this
was more for Cody's benefit than Danny's. If Cody was nervous, then I was
going to do everything in my power to make this feel as good for him as it
did for me.

       I brought Cody's right foot to my face and pressed my face against
the sock, taking a huge whiff. There it was again: the excitement of
newness, the opportunity to fill my nose with the potency of another boy's
foot. Allowing myself to take my time, and assure Cody that I was enjoying
this too, I continued smelling his socks as I groped myself through my
shorts.

       "Yeah, sniff my brother's socks," Danny said in a husky voice. "How
do they smell?"

       "Good," I replied.

       "Hear that, little bro? He likes the way your socks smell. Hey,
forget about me, Cameron. I got two socks right here for you."

       Danny pressed his socked foot against my face, and my eyes rolled to
the back of my head as I inhaled the smell of those size elevens. Pressing
my nose under those big toes, I felt my dick throb in the confines of my
briefs. These huge feet were incredible. I couldn't wait until my tongue
had explored every last inch.

       Sniffing turned into licking, sucking on Danny's toes, while a
string of curse words and low-voiced encouragement. "Fuck, yeah, suck my
toes, man. Shit, get those big toes in your mouth. Fuuuuck."

       I was never into the whole foot domination thing, but dirty talk
never failed to get me hot all over. Maybe it was something about hearing
how turned on the other guy was. Whatever the reason, every word that came
out of Danny's mouth had me desperate to pull all my clothes off, because I
was becoming uncomfortably hot and turned on.

       As I gave Cody's feet the same treatment, Danny began sucking on his
younger brother's neck. The way Cody's eyes glazed over with pleasure from
the combination of our ministrations was incredibly arousing. And when I
just couldn't take it anymore, I pulled off Cody's left sock and attacked
his bare foot with my tongue.

       "Oh God," Cody moaned.

       Contrasting my earlier slow tempo, I had fit all five toes into my
mouth and was bobbing my head up and down on his foot as much as I could.

       "Shit, it's so hot watching Cameron suck on your toes, Cody. Feels
amazing, huh? Your dick's so hard, little bro."

       Cody's head fell back when Danny grabbed his crotch. I could see the
erection tenting his shorts, and I licked my lips. Danny was slowly pulling
down the zipper, sliding his hand into Cody's fly to grip the shaft through
Cody's black briefs. I had to see his dick, but Danny smirked at me. The
older boy was teasing me and Cody at the same time.

       "My feet are feeling a little lonely. How about you work your tongue
across my big feet, man?"

       He didn't have to ask me twice. I peeled off his socks in record
time, and licked one long line from the bottom of his sole his toes,
sucking on each one individually. My mouth was no match for his size
elevens: I couldn't fit all those toes in my mouth at once, which left me a
little disappointed, but mostly really turned on. Knowing that Danny's feet
were that big only left me more determined to take as much of them as I
could.

       After what felt like an eternity, Cody lifted his hips, and allowed
Danny to pull his shorts and underwear down, exposing his hard five inch
dick. Apparently, Cody was as hot as I was, because he pulled his own shirt
over his head.

       In the meantime, Danny stripped off his own clothes, revealing one
of the most built bodies I had ever seen. His chest muscles were insane:
firm pecs, tight abs, and light pink nipples that I wanted to suck onto
until they were hyper-sensitive. And I couldn't say enough about his six
inch dick, helmet-head already oozing pre-cum from the slit. In just a few
seconds, so much new naked skin had been uncovered that I didn't know where
to start. Luckily, Danny was in full control.

       "Suck Cody's dick."

       Blowjobs weren't usually part of the routine. Usually, I sucked on
guys' toes and maybe they jerked off while I did it. Sometimes, they came
on my face, which turned me on like crazy. I sucked every last drop from
their cockhead, but that was only after they already came. Without much
experience to guide me, I ducked my head between Cody's legs and took the
hard shaft into my mouth.

       My inexperience was glaringly obvious, but Danny was there to lend
instructions in that low voice that sent shivers up my spine.

	"Oh yeah, lick the tip and use your hand to stroke the rest. Yeah,
that's it. Now suck on the head like a lollipop. Now lick his balls." Cody
shuddered when I did that. "Shit, this is fuckin' hot. You like it when he
sucks your nuts, bro? You're getting close, huh? Bet you can feel it in
your stomach. Really wanna see Cameron swallow your load, little bro."

	No one had ever came in my mouth before, but everything about this
moment was telling me to take Cody's cum. And from the way Cody was
starting to thrust into my mouth, I knew he was close, so I continued
bobbing my head across the shaft, while Danny squeezed his brother's balls.

	"Cu-cumming," Cody gasped. He took fistfuls of my hair, and his
eyes shut tight as he came in my mouth. I felt the first three shots hit
the back of my mouth, and I tried to swallow it all gracefully, but there
was just too much. I pulled off and let the last couple spurts streak
across my face.

	"Nice, man," Danny said. "Been about two weeks since you popped
your nuts, huh, Cody?" Cody nodded, blissfully out of it. "Cameron, stand
up. We'll make you feel good, now."

	This was completely unexpected. I didn't think I would be able to
last long, and when Cody pulled down my shorts, revealing the front of my
tight white briefs, already filled with the load I had shot because of
Bradley a couple hours ago, I was desperately trying to ignore the familiar
dull ache in my balls. It felt like my body had just produced a huge rush
of cum for this moment, to be worked to completion by these two blond
brothers.

	Cody was at his front, sucking his dick with skill that surprised
me. He must have done this stuff with his brother a lot to be so good. He
knew exactly when to back off, preventing me from shooting a huge load. But
maintaining that stead was infinitely much harder when I felt two big hands
spreading my butt cheeks apart, and a huge wet tongue working its way into
my hole.

	Rimming. I had read about it, and seen videos on the internet, but
there was nothing like experiencing the sensation in real life. Feeling
that thick tongue burrowing its way through my hole had me on the verge of
losing my mind. The combination of that wet muscle at my backside, and
Cody's warm mouth on my dick had me cumming so hard that I felt like I was
going to pass out.

	I bucked my hips back and forth, desperate to feel both sensations
until the very last second of my orgasm. When I finally came down from my
high, the brothers helped me get my clothes on. They let me watch as they
kissed each other, Cody kissing his big brother back with a little more
confidence than before, his toes curling when Danny took huge fistfuls of
his butt. Danny hadn't cum yet, but when they said they were going home, I
had a pretty good idea that the older boy would be shooting his load in no
time.






	Staying later than usual, I managed to get good headway on my
history project compiling good sources that I could use. While I was
putting back the books I didn't need, I ran into two college sophomores:
Ash and Blake.

	Ash had dark brown hair, and brown eyes to match. He was about 185
pounds, and towered over me at an impressive 6'2''. His muscles were even
bigger than Danny's, and his shirt was sticking so tight to his chest that
every ab was on display. And his nipples were visible, making me want to
suck on them right through the white fabric.

	Although Blake wasn't as big as Ash, he was still muscular at 160
pounds in his 5'10'' frame. And he had incredible arms, though perhaps his
most attractive feature was his smile. His blue eyes contrasted his brown
hair, giving him a classic pretty Southern boy look.

	I apologized, and thanked them when they helped me put the books
back on the shelves. Since I had to use a ladder, it was a huge help having
them do it for me. And I was afforded with a great view when they stretched
their arms up, which made their shirts rise up to show the bare skin of
their back. That drew my eyes to how tight their jeans were. They both had
really nice butts.

	I had noticed they were barefoot, but considering I had only sucked
the toes of one college guy before, I wrote it off as coincidence, not
wanting to get my hopes up. But within ten minutes of talking, I was in
their library room, on the floor and under the table, while they ran their
bare feet all over my body.

	There was nothing in the world like feeling Ash's size twelves and
Blake's size elevens exploring my body, and they went everywhere. Blake's
feet trailed up and down my legs, even pressing against my own feet for a
while, before sliding up to my crotch, setting a grinding motion from heel
to toes against my dick. Ash, meanwhile, focused on my upper half, planting
those huge feet in my face for me to lick and suck to my heart's delight,
before sliding them up my shirt to rub my chest. Instantly, I was filed
with regret that I didn't have more opportunities to get college guys' feet
on my body. Those big masculine feet did something for me that other high
school boys didn't have yet.

	I almost came like that, but managed to hold onto the last shred of
self-control left in my body. I wasn't about to blow my load so quickly.
Apparently, Blake and Ash had similar plans.

	Sucking them off at the same time was no easy challenge. With Ash's
seven and a half inch dick, and Blake's six and a half inches, I was taking
cocks bigger than I had been accustomed to. My mouth was stretched wide,
but I remembered to breathe through my nose, sinking my mouth just a little
deeper and working my tongue along the veins of their rock-hard shafts.

	They loved it when I sucked on their balls, almost as much as I
did. In these big balls were waves of cum ready to be released, and I
wanted ever last drop.

	Getting rimmed for the second time felt even better than the first
time, me sitting on a chair with my butt sticking out, and Ash and Blake
behind me, alternating who would lick me open. I was openly panting when
they both tried to wriggle their tongues into my tight hole. And I was
shaking by the time their fingers were pushing deep inside me. The contrast
between Blake's slender fingers, and Ash's thicker ones made the sensation
all the more visceral. By the time those long digits brushed against a
small spot inside me, I couldn't control myself. My dick bobbed up and down
as I came over the chair I was sitting in.

	I was worn out when they laid me on the floor, but my body still
wanted what was coming. Locking my hands under my ankles, I held my legs
open for Ash, who slowly pushed his thick cock into my hole. He was
stretching me so wide that I swore I could feel it in my belly. My eyes
widened so much that they hurt a little. Blake gave me a needed distraction
when he leaned down to kiss me. From the way his tongue moved around my
mouth so smoothly, rolling around my own, and eliciting moans from deep
inside me, I knew Blake had lots of kissing experience.

	It hurt at first, but the more Ash thrust into me, the easier it
became to take. My inner walls were melting around that big dick jabbing at
my prostate with incredible accuracy. His pace gradually quickened so that
he was pounding my hole, his big balls slapping against my butt cheeks.
When he came, it was like a river of cum was flowing through my insides.
The way he swore, and bit his bottom lip as he worked his hips in and out
of my body like a piston as he came was so hot that I feared I might shoot
again.

	Just as Ash pulled out, Blake pushed in so not too much of his
friend's cum would pour out of my hole. The added sensation of Ash's cum
sloshing around in my butt while Blake thrust rapidly into my stretched
entrance had me seeing stars. And to make my mind even more absorbed in
ecstasy, Ash put his feet in my face again. Just like with Danny, I wasn't
able to get all the toes in my mouth, but I let three toes fill my mouth as
I ran my tongue around them. My taste-buds were electrified by the taste of
Ash's sweat.

	"I'm gonna cum," Blake moaned.

	Being filled with two huge loads had my legs shaking as I checked
out my library books. I had spent the whole day in the library, sucking
toes and dick, so I reeked of cum and sweat, which the librarian did not
approve of. He looked at me like a disapproving father, and I just wanted
to shrink until he couldn't see me. I was already embarrassed enough, but
with cum pouring from my hole, down my thighs, I couldn't stop my dick from
reacting. How many times was I going to get hard in one day?

	On my way home, I texted Kenny to come over. I had to tell someone
about this, and help me make a plan for tomorrow. Sunday was going to be a
busy day.



	I tried to incorporate a little something for everyone, so
hopefully it was somewhat of a good read. For those of you who enjoy hot
foot scenes, I hope you enjoyed the read. And even those who don't have the
fetish, but like hot stories, I hope you liked it too!

	Again, messages are always welcome at writingaloud@gmail.com.